Underneath the carpet
underneath the padding
resting on the subflooring
is a line of dirt.
This line of dirt is Daddy’s dirt. The path the dirt takes is a direct line from the hallway to where Daddy’s chair used to be when the room was his office.
I giggled through the tears as I swept it up. We are finally (thank you SUHWEET baby Jesus) replacing the carpet with laminate flooring and since I don’t sleep I went ahead and pulled the carpet up tonight.
Thoughts of bottling some of it as a relic occurred then I looked up at his picture. There is truly no way to capture the scents, sounds and textures that were My Daddy.
I left it in a pile in the floor for the moment. I don’t think I can handle tossing it right this minute.
Maybe tomorrow.